Rain in the Valley. Snow on the High Passes = Mud Season
In just a few days Steamboat’s mass escape from mud season begins. A.K.A. Spring Break. Our town empties itself of people and pet alike. Ghost town isn’t quiet right but let’s say this time of year is reminiscent of the late seventies and early eighties. More than quiet.
This exodus is an annual event. It is no longer Winter. It is not yet Spring despite the Equinox. It is Mud Season. And that is excuse enough for most folk to say we’re outta here!
Mud lays thick in semi-flooded hay fields and spent scoria along the roads showcase the scenery of our town at the moment. Melting mountains of dirty snow in the parking lots slowly reveal frozen lost gems that the snowplows have collected all winter. Kinda beautiful if you close your eyes.
Ahh, but there is a saving grace. Mud season is a wonderful season. It’s worth sticking around and experiencing, especially if you keep your eyes and ears open and embrace each day as it is given.
Getting out early in the morning before work or taking a mid day break from work and getting outside you witness the new season coming, slowly, relentlessly, faithfully. Canada Geese and goslings, Sandhill Cranes, Redfeather and Thomson Hawk, Owls… They all make their presence known. The sound of open water running and bird song is a shock to the ear after Winter’s deep silence.
The joy of mud season is embracing each day no matter what kind of weather there is. Go for a ride in the rain, crust ski up on the pass, run in the morning cold, read a good book while the first sounds of thunder fill the valley…
Mud season in the mountains is a slow time. It gives you the chance to slow down yourself. Witness the daily change as the snow recedes, the mountain runoff begins, new green slowly sprouts from thawed soil, aspen catkins fill the tree’s branches with light catching fuzz, and each day is so different it is a pleasure to take it all in… in the slowness of mud season.